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My Daughter Is A Creeper, And Sometimes I Sleep With One Eye Open…

She stood in the doorway, backlit by the glow of the light coming from the hall. Quiet and lurking, she stood there like she was waiting, waiting for some unforeseen opportunity. It was the perfect setup for a scene ripped from the screen of a psychotic thriller. She wore a long white gown that hung …

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